A une époque où nous ne savons que courir : Listen to this...
and dance...
Na na na-na na na na na...
Them belly full, but we hungry
A hungry mob is a angry mob
A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough
A yot a-yook, but d' yood no 'nough
You're gonna dance to Jah music, dance
We're gonna dance to Jah music, dance, oh!
Forget your troubles and dance
Forget your sorrows and dance
Forget your sickness and dance
Forget your weakness and dance
Cost of livin' gets so high
Rich and poor they start to cry:
Now the weak must get strong
They say: "Oh, what a tribulation!"
Them belly full, but we hungry
A hungry mob is a angry mob
A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough
A pot a-yook, but d' yood no 'nough
We're gonna chuck to Jah music, chuckin'
Eh! We're chuckin' to Jah music, we're chuckin'
(Chuckin', chuckin', chuckin', chuckin')
A belly full, but them hungry
A hungry mob is a angry mob
A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough
A pot a-cook, but d' food no 'nough
A hungry mob is a angry mob
A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough
A pot a-yook, but you no 'nough'
A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough
A pot a-cook, but you no 'nough
A hungry mob is a angry mob
A hungry mob is a angry mob.
